Overwhelmed and emotionally exhausted

My friend Nichol just sent me this:

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck (written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage. I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner."
There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it live it and never give it back.
Stop sweating the small stuff.
Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. Instead, let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.
Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with. And what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, emotionally. I hope you all have a blessed day.

And I cannot stop crying! This came to my inbox at a time when I have been struggling non-stop with my strong-willed 2 1/2 year old. I spend as much time trying to fight off the urge to strangle him as I do hugging him - and I am wondering if this is because when we are home together, I am always on the computer, cleaning the house, doing laundry and dishes... etc.. I don't spend nearly the time engaging him as I do holding him off while my arms are full of dishes. I feel like a rotten mother -

And wife. Case in point - I just spent 4 days away with my friends at a scrap-aholic festival in Minnesota. I come home only to start griping mentally about wanting to bolt again. This morning I dug out a sippy cup from underneath the driver's seat of the car. My husband must've left this in the car sometime over the weekend. When I went to open it to clean it out, moldy apple juice exploded all over my face, neck and clean shirt. Enraged, I called dear hubby and griped him out for his obvious neglegence. How hard is it to remove the cups from the car? Really - just remove them when you remove the kid from the car seat. I found out later that one of his programs broke at work, and he was already under pressure when I called.

I want to keep a clean house and be a good mother and wife and still have time for my own hobbies. I have a part time job and other assorted responsibilities, and I feel like I am losing my mind. Where's center ground? How can I be everything to everyone and still be me? How can I learn to let myself fall short? I'm having problems staying balanced.

So as I sit here wiping the last tear from my eyes and sniffing back the nice gooey snot that poured forth with the tears, I vow to just let things go. Relax. Be with my kid. Quit worrying about the inbox full of mail.

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